again...

To meet like this

Now that the winters are gone

And in the rivers of our dreams

Much water has flown

 

To talk like this

After an eternity of silence

To whisper things left unsaid

To joke like old friends

 

To hold each other’s hands

And take the starlit walkways

Listen to the lullaby the night sings

The sweet nothings the wind says

 

To relive lost time

To drown in its happiness

To soar in the moment’s madness

And not settle for anything less

 

© Siddhartha

 

Reviews

[Marie]

Past lovers meeting to share their lives again...beautiful...